A handful of miles outside of Port Gibson, down a sunken road that winds through dark woods, you will suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere, spy the Windsor Ruins. Built prior to The War, this home was not actually a victim of the war, but of fire. It's impressive array of columns still stand sentinel to the grandeur that was once Windsor Plantation.
Gilbert and his blue balloon play amidst the columns.
While the adults gaze up at massive things, Gilbert spies the small things.
A column base.
Patrick wants the blue balloon.
Silent majestic sentinels.
Kristin and Patrick.
A floral crown.
Sunset's shadows beckon.
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